Well you are all my brothers, and you have been kind But what were you expecting to find? Now your eyes turn inwards, countenance turns blank And I'm floating away on a barrel of pain It looks like nothing but the sea and sky remain

A harpoon's shaft is short and wide A grappling hook's is cracked and dry I said, why don't you get down in the sea Turn the water red like you want to be?

Cause if I cry another tear I'll be turned to dust No the sharks won't get me they don't feel loss Just keep one eye on the horizon man, you best not blink They're coming fin by fin until the whole boat sinks

Yeah, "Shark Fin Blues" is magnificent. Gareth Liddiard is maybe one of the best lyricists ever. This bit from "Why Write a Letter That You'll Never Send?" also always shreds me:I don't believe no one no more, I don't care what no one saysI just want to make the world a much less painful placeAnd we look fonder on the good old days as they drift further awayBut why if everyone feels so homesick are they always setting sail?'Cause it's all bad news up there on deck and each headline masks the nextI'd just as soon dive in the ocean and forego the blood and sweatAnd forego all aspiration and just put everyone at oddsIf idle hands are the Devil's work, then where's the time for God's?

Say yes to a real life ambition, say yes to our hopes and our plansForget about your indecision, let's get the beast off our landA tree that can grow no longer, a beach that has got no sandI would pay out a king's ransom, if we could just understandGot your last meal, filled up with pesticideHamburger chain third world infanticideGot robot car your jobs will disappearIt's the politics of a brand new yearManhattanization is coming, open your eyes if you dareCarry us on to the crossroads, come to your senses and care

16 million, I can't hear you at all

Some say that's progressI say that's cruel

You may be safe in your hemisphereBut there's so much junk in the stratosphereWe got our eyes on the firmament, hands on the armamentsHeads full of arguments, and words for our monuments

A heart that's full up like a landfillA job that slowly kills youBruises that won't healYou look so tired, unhappyBring down the governmentThey don't, they don't speak for usI'll take a quiet lifeA handshake of carbon monoxideWith no alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprisesSilent, silent

This is my final fitMy final bellyacheWith no alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprisesNo alarms and no surprises, pleaseSuch a pretty houseAnd such a pretty gardenNo alarms and no surprises (Let me outta here)No alarms and no surprises (let me outta here)No alarms and no surprises, please (let me outta here)

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I mean nothing says libertarian more than talking a lot of shit and then getting your ass kicked in an actual one on one...

My first memory of music's fromThe time at JCPenney's with my momThe watermelon candy I was choking onBarbara screaming, "Someone help my son!"I relive it most times the radio's onThat "tell me lies, sweet little white lies" songThat's when I first saw the comedy won't stop forEven little boys dying in department stores

Your Daddy was mad as hellHe was mad at me and youWhen he tied that chain to the front of my car And pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into

Don't know what his problem isWhy he keeps sending me awayDon't know why I put up with this shitWhen you don't put out and Zip City's so far away

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Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of ChristAnd he makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap keeps everything wrapped up tightYour Mama's as good a wife and mama as she can beAnd your sister's putting that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me

Your brother was the first bornGot 10 fingers and 10 toesAnd it's a damn good thing Cause he needs all 20 to keep the closet door closed

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May it's the 26-mile drive from Zip City to Colbert HeightsKeeps my mind clean, gets me through the nightMaybe you're just a destination, a place for me to goKeeps me from having to deal with my 17-year-old mind all alone

Keep your drawers on girl, it ain't worth the fightBy the time you drop 'em I'll be goneAnd you'll be right where they fallThe rest of your life

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You say you're tired of me taking you for grantedWaiting up 'til the last minuteTo call you up and see What you wanna do

But you're only 15, girlYou ain't got no secretaryAnd for granted's a mighty big wordFor a country girl like you

I think that's just your daddy talking'Cause he knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of ChristAin't gonna ever see no weddingBetween me and you

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Zip City, it's a good thing that they built a wall around youZip up to Tennessee, zip back down to AlabamaGot 350 heads on a 305 engine, I get 10 miles to the gallonI ain't got no good intentions

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Never thought about the world without you,and I promise that I'll never say a bad word about you.I thought I saw you yesterday,But I knew it wasn't you, 'cause you passed away, Dad...Looked just like you,Strange things my imagination might do,Take a breath, reflect on what we been through,Or am I just going crazy 'cause I miss you?

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotelhe looks out a window without glassThe walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feethis father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

He's got 9 brothers and sistersthey're brought up on their kneesit's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighsPedro dreams of being older and killing the old manbut that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard

He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevardhe's going out, to the dirty boulevardHe's going down, to the dirty boulevard

This room cost 2, 000 dollars a monthyou can believe it man it's truesomewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pantsNo one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anythingthey dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'emthat's what the Statue of Bigotry saysYour poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to deathand get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Get to end up, on the dirty boulevardgoing out, to the dirty boulevardHe's going down, on the dirty boulevardgoing out

Outside it's a bright nightthere's an opera at Lincoln Centermovie stars arrive by limousineThe klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattanbut the lights are out on the Mean Streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnelhe's selling plastic roses for a buckThe traffic's backed up to 39th streetthe TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaminghe's found a book on magic in a garbage canHe looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling"At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard

Red red red red red red red red redneckWell the boys 'round here don't listen to The BeatlesRun ole Bocephus through a jukebox needleAt a honky-tonk, where their boots stompAll night what? (That's right)Yeah, and what they call work, digging in the dirtGotta get it in the ground 'fore the rain come downTo get paid, to get the girlIn your 4 wheel drive (A country boy can survive)

Well the boys 'round here, they're keeping it countryAin't a damn one know how to do the dougie(You don't do the dougie?) No, not in KentuckyBut these girls 'round here yep, they still love meYeah, the girls 'round here, they all deserve a whistleShakin' that sugar, sweet as Dixie crystalThey like that y'all and southern drawlAnd just can't help it cause they just keep fallin'

Let me hear you say(Ooh let's ride)Through the country side(Ooh let's ride)Down to the river side

Hey now girl, hop insideMe and you gonna take a little ride to the riverLet's ride (That's right)Lay a blanket on the groundKissing and the crickets is the only soundWe out of townHave you ever got down with aRed red red red red red red red red red redneck?Do you wanna get down with a,Red red red red red red red red red red redneck?Girl you gotta get down

Well all I'm thinkin' 'bout is you and me, how we'll beSo come on girl, hop insideMe and you, we're gonna take a little rideLay a blanket on the groundKissing and the crickets is the only soundWe out of townGirl you gotta get down with aCome on through the country sideDown to the river side